A Mother’s Choice

Regina ran through the front door down the hall and into her room, slamming the door behind her. She threw herself onto the bed and began to cry, just cry. Why did they have to be so mean to her? Why did they care? It isn’t her fault, you can’t pick who your parents are. I just want to fit in… I just want to fit in…

Hearing her daughter’s audible sobs over the sizzle of vegetable oil frying in the oven pan, Mrs. Watson, took the pan off the burner, turned off the oven and walked down the hall. She opened her daughters door, found her crying and said “What’s wrong child?

“Its all worng momma, all wrong!”

“What is ?”

“I am, momma I just don’t fit!”

“What do you mean Regina?”

“The kids…  the kids at school hate me. I’ve got nowhere to sit and no-one to talk to, not even Michael!”

“Why baby? Whatd did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, You did! You did! Its your fault they don’t like me. Its your fault I have a white father! No one will speak to me. Im stuck in the middle momma, I’m stuck in the middle. I’m not black and I’m not White momma. I might as well be gray!”